i hit a low point these past couple of weeks, spiraling and spiraling further down. i picked myself up just enough to write a list of 50 things i’m thankful for.
it’s been five minutes and i’m on #34.
and, like magic (or obvious shit), these things are bringing me back home.
you know you want to feel better. at LEAST for a second. pick up a pencil and remember the blessings.
my Africana Women’s Studies professor.
(One of the most empowering things I’ve ever been told. I’ll never forget it.)
i hope my stalker smells my poop smell
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
I need to be held